Dialogue Between a Mother and Child

"O Lady, lay your costly robes aside,
No longer may you glory in your pride."

MOTHER
"Wherefore to-day art singing in mine ear
Sad songs, were made so long ago, my dear;
This day I am to be a bride, you know,
Why sing sad songs, were made so long ago?"

CHILD
"O, mother, lay your costly robes aside,
For you may never be another's bride.
That line I learn'd not in the old sad song."

MOTHER
"I pray thee, pretty one, now hold thy tongue,
Play with the bride-maids, and be glad, my boy,
For thou shall be a second father's joy."

CHILD
"One father fondled me upon his knee.
One father is enough, alone, for me."